*waves at everyone*
well that was fun. I cried, I laughed, I pouted, i got healthy, I got zen, I got drunk, I got burnt, I got eaten by mossies, I got lost, I got found, I got home.
I'm working on a theory, this is based on data collected over many years.
Men born and/or bred in the Northern Suburbs of Melbourne see going out to dinner as something akin to proposing marriage. Or at least saying the L word. Even if you're only friends and you've known each other for years and there is absolutely no room for misinterpretation of what's happening, they can't do it.
Coming around for a home cooked meal, however, is different. Why?
omg. third post today. I didn't miss lj at all. no, not one single bit. Aaarrgh. shoot me now.